Punishment Jar
Warning: Smut (+18)
"You know the routine. Go ahead and pick one out of the jar, my love."
Roman reclined comfortably in the coffee-colored loveseat that seamlessly blended with the soft, nude aesthetic of their bedroom. His soft curls were slicked back into a neat ponytail and he sported a clean white t-shirt and a pair of grey sweats. His gaze, heavy with the lingering effects of the Hennessey, commanded attention effortlessly. With one elbow resting casually on the arm of the seat, he stroked the small tuft of hair under his bottom lip.
Standing before him, the naked woman's bottom lip jutted out slightly, a subtle display of anticipation. Her hands remained clasped behind her back, while her crossed thick thighs betrayed her desire, as if she were attempting to keep her juices from spilling onto their freshly polished wooden floors. She was irresistible.
"Now," Roman's voice growled sternly, causing the woman to jump at the sudden intensity.
Angel whimpered softly, a plethora of emotions coursing through her—excitement, nervousness, arousal, and a hint of fear. With small steps, she made her way toward the dresser on his side of the bed, where the punishment jar lay in wait. Her fingers grazed the cool glass surface as she eyed the many popsicle sticks, each carrying the promise of a potential punishment. Her heart raced as she lifted the lid, prolonging her fate.
"In a minute, I'm going to make sure the punishment lasts as long as it's taking you to pick it out of the jar," Roman warned calmly, his tone carrying a weight that made her flinch.
Quickly, she delved into the jar, shuffling the sticks between her fingers.
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe...
Her hand closed around a red popsicle stick, and she chewed nervously on her bottom lip as she read the black ink etched onto the wood.
Confusion flickered across her features. What did that mean?
Roman was the mastermind behind the punishment jar, each stick bearing a consequence of his choosing. Despite her uncertainty, Angel found herself drawn to the thrill of anticipation, sometimes even deliberately misbehaving for the promise of consequence.
"Now bring it to me," Roman demanded, and she obeyed, each step bringing her closer to what lay ahead.
With a trembling hand, she passed him the stick, their eyes locked in an unspoken exchange of desire and submission. He accepted it, his lips curling into a knowing smile as he contemplated how to wield his power over her tonight.
"Go lay on the bed, baby," Roman's voice softened, yet the command remained unmistakable. It was a gentle caress that carried the weight of absolute authority, compelling her compliance.
Before she knew it, Angel found herself lying on the cool sheets, the fabric a welcome contrast to the heat that radiated off her body.
Meanwhile, Roman rummaged in the dresser, he seemed determined, his jaw tightening as he searched. Angel couldn't help but wonder what he was going to do to her tonight. The anticipation coiled in her belly, heightening her arousal with each passing moment.
Closing her eyes, she imagined the possibilities, the thrill of the unknown sending shivers down her spine. The gentle breeze drifting through the window teased her hardened nipples, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.
"I'm coming, baby, don't worry," Roman's smirk cut through her thoughts, signaling his return. In his hands, he held two objects, recently acquired from an online purchase—a detail that didn't escape Angel's notice.
Excitement bubbled within her as Roman approached the bed, his gifts concealed behind his back. With a swift motion, he pushed her legs apart, exposing her to his hungry gaze.
"Fuck," Roman moaned softly, his gaze devouring her. Her pussy was glistening with anticipation, an invitation he couldn't resist. He placed his knee on the bed just slightly under her bottom and hovered over her.
Placing a soft kiss on her lips, he instructed, "Here," as he placed one of the items on her chest.
Angel's fingers brushed against the fabric of the blindfold. Though they had used it before, tonight promised a new level of intensity, ridding her of the comforting intimacy of eye contact.
She sighed while putting the blindfold on. Already, she could feel herself succumbing to the absence of sight.
Roman's lips trailed a path from her lips to her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses in their wake. With each touch, he stoked the fire within her, rendering her eager for his touch.
"You know you really pissed me off tonight, right?" Roman's voice whispered against her ear. His tongue traced delicate patterns along her skin.
"Yes," she breathed, her voice a barely audible whisper.
Suddenly, a buzzing sound filled the air, and Angel knew immediately what it was—a vibrator. Roman was no longer hovering above her, opting instead to prop himself up on his knee as he teased her with the toy.
Placing the vibrator against her neck, where his lips had just lingered, he elicited a gasp from her lips. He traced a path down her body, exploring every inch of her with the relentless hum of the vibrator.
Her skin erupted in goosebumps as he circled her nipples, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body. She arched against him, desperate for more, her body aching with need.
"It's like you continue to do this shit to me on purpose," Roman murmured, his voice thick with desire. He teased her mercilessly, his touch driving her to the brink of madness.
As he moved the vibrator across her chest, Angel writhed beneath him, her arousal reaching dizzying heights. With each caress, she felt herself unraveling, her need for release growing more urgent with each passing moment.
"You know the one thing I don't play about is disrespect. And your mouth is beginning to get a little too smart for me, baby girl," Roman's voice held a warning, laced with promise as he continued to toy with her.
Angel felt the vibrations of the vibrator travel from her chest and slowly creep down to her navel. Roman looked up and watched as her tongue darted between her pretty lips. It gave him small flashbacks of having her lips wrapped around him. Those flashbacks were quickly cut short by the words that left those lips he fantasized about.
"I'm sorry," she moaned, rolling her hips up in hope of feeling the vibrator against her aching clit.
"Aht, don't do that. That's just going to make me more upset."
With a sigh of frustration, Angel forced herself to stillness, her movements restrained by the weight of Roman's command. Beneath the blindfold, she squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to comply with his wishes, no matter how difficult it may be.
"I'm sorry," she whispered again, the words a soft plea for forgiveness, mingled with a longing for the release that remained just out of reach.
But Roman remained unmoved, his gaze fixed on her with heavy intensity. In that moment, Angel realized that their game had shifted, the lines between pleasure and punishment blurring into a tantalizing dance of dominance and submission.
And as Roman continued to toy with her, Angel surrendered herself to the torment.
Angel's breath hitched as the vibrator made its way toward her clit, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she prepared for the familiar surge of pleasure. Roman's eyes locked in on her as he observed her reaction.
As the vibrator approached her sensitive bud, Angel's legs instinctively tensed, a reflexive attempt to shield herself from the overwhelming sensation. But Roman, ever the enforcer of control, gently urged her to maintain her position, his touch both firm and reassuring.
"Roman," she moaned loudly, her voice a plea for release as the vibrator connected with her throbbing clit.
"Uhn uhn, this is what you wanted, now keep 'em open," he encouraged, his tone stern as he guided her legs back into position.
The sensation of the vibrator against her clit was almost unbearable. Roman's fingers were slick with her juices, and he couldn't resist the urge to taste her essence.
She strained against the restraints of the blindfold, desperate to witness his actions, but Roman's control over her was absolute. He licked her essence from his fingers, his eyes smoldering with desire as he savored her taste.
"Mmm, I could lick you off my fingers all day, baby," he teased.
Meanwhile, Roman continued to tease her with the vibrator, his movements precise and calculated as he brought her to the brink of ecstasy and back again.
His left hand held her thigh down, his thumb drawing soft circles against her skin, while his right hand worked between her folds, driving her to the edge of sanity with his skilled touch. She could feel herself teetering on the brink of orgasm, her body thrumming with need as Roman pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
"Tell daddy what's going on, talk to me, baby," Roman urged, his voice dripping with seduction.
But Angel could barely form coherent words, her mind clouded by the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. With a desperate cry, she surrendered to the pleasure, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.
But just as she reached the peak of ecstasy, Roman abruptly pulled the vibrator away, leaving Angel trembling with frustration and desire. Usually Roman would guide her through her orgasm, talk her through it, help her ride it out. But this was nothing like that. As soon as she grazed the peak of her orgasm, he just left her to finish..without finishing.
He had ruined her orgasm.
With a frustrated groan, she tore off the blindfold, revealing a smug grin on Roman's face.
"Joe, what the actual fuck!" she exclaimed, her frustration boiling over as she crossed her arms over her chest.
But Roman only chuckled, his amusement evident in the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
"Now we're both upset, we can call it even,"
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Why does writing take sooooo long, Jeez!
